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Trap Language
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Singer/Songwriter
Trap Language was released on December 6, 2024 by 4595009 Records DK as a part of the album Pros & Cons - EP
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Release DateDecember 6, 2024
Label4595009 Records DK
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Torell Kimani Worrell
Torell Kimani Worrell
Songwriter

Lyrics

He pee, don't pont,
Got pot, gun pun
On Hepee
My gun speaking pig Latin, baby
He acting crazy, slide with 380
Don't stick on me, baby, don't stick on me now
Gun on my hip, I don't put it in pouch
Dozens of eggs, I does keep in my couch
I gotta move the eggs out my couch
Load up two dozens, that's 24 rounds
I got no time to relax
Keep it real, real **** gotta feel that
Get the money, break down the P,
And then we flip that
Get the scale weigh an Oz,
And then zip that,
Do it again, them act like to trap is a sin
Whoever trap and made a milli,
I Wanna be him, 3m up in a di bank
I don't have a BM, more money, more power, more problems
Bring a pound, break it down
Play a bad song, killers all around
Tell me who could stop we, ****, use a clone
How you wanna diss we, I brought you around
Don't wanna put you down, 5k for the pound
Got the yard smell pissy, yard smell strong
Incense all around, social distance from clones
So they don't come around, anytime they come around
Them might catch a couple rounds, and that's a lot of rounds
For a lot of clones, and if clones wanna be clones still try come around,
let them walk,
But not for long, till the 9x
Devour them, K tall like tower then, pull up out in the hour
Then thaw, thaw, thaw, thaw
That is how my Glocks sound
Potato on the barrel
Anytime the Glocky come out
Put a chip on this, I guarantee that 3 gon come out
5 hit his chest, his lungs and heart
Jump out,
Never shoot a boy, you're tongue
Will get you gun down,
you don't have to shoot a boy
Just make money and stand down
You could trap or 9 to 5,
Just hold your own ,
And take no handouts, cause when you climbing up the ladder, they gon reach they hand out,
To bring you down
I'm telling you, just like it is,
ain't nothing wrong
Up in the streets, will make a lil boy turn grown
Up in the streets, will make a big boy go home
Yeah, Really Really
I got no time to relax
Keep it real, real **** gotta feel that
Get the money, break down the P,
And then we flip that
Get the scale weigh an Oz,
And then zip that,
Do it again, them act like to trap is a sin
Whoever trap and made a milli,
I Wanna be him, 3m up in a di bank
I don't have a BM, more money, more power, more problems
He pee, don't pont,
Got pot, gun pun
On Hepee
My gun speaking pig Latin, baby
He acting crazy, slide with 380
Don't stick on me, baby, don't stick on me now
Gun on my hip, I don't put it in pouch
Dozens of eggs, I does keep in my couch
I gotta move the eggs out my couch
Load up two dozens, that's 24 rounds
My Killy tell me he want shot a man now,
I told him not now, we on money right now
It's like he don't know, war slow everything down
Need more money right now, that exotic down town
Need exotic right now,
Call up the plug for a pizza right now
Let we rip the P down, and then flip it around, shit
Look, now we feeding the tone
Written by: Torell Kimani Worrell
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